Chapter 6: Work, Milk, and a Promise of Home
The soldering iron hissed as it touched the circuit, sealing the break with a curl of acrid smoke. Ryland’s world had narrowed to the faulty connection, the ache in his lower back, and the profound, heavy fullness in his belly and cunt. The plug Simon had fashioned for him was a miracle of practicality and obscenity—a sleek, polished metal base that sat flush against his entrance, connected to a soft, body-warm silicone stem that kept every last drop of Simon’s spend packed deep inside his womb. It wasn’t just symbolic; it was physical, a constant, stretching reminder that he was owned, occupied, claimed.
He’d been on his knees for an hour, and the thick, milky pre-cum slickening the plug’s stem made it shift slightly with each small movement, a silken friction that had him biting his lip behind the magnifying headset he wore. His tits, bound loosely in a thin tank top, ached with a pressure that had nothing to do with engineering. Two dark, damp circles bloomed over his nipples, the fabric clinging to the leaking milk.A heavy boot nudged his thigh. “You’re gonna overheat that junction.”
Ryland blinked, pulling back the iron. Simon knelt beside him, a diagnostic scanner in one hand, a smudge of engine grease like war paint across his cheekbone.He looked at Ryland, his dark eyes warm with a possessive amusement. “Distracted, sweetheart?”
“A little,” Ryland admitted, his voice husky.
Simon’s free hand came to rest on the small of Ryland’s back, then slid down, over the curve of his ass, until his thumb found the metal base of the plug.He pressed.Not hard. Just enough to seat it deeper.
Ryland gasped, his hips jerking forward, a fresh trickle of milk soaking his shirt.
“Fuck, you’re wet right through,” Simon murmured, his thumb making small, maddening circles. “My good girl’s always ready, isn’t she?”
Before Ryland could form a coherent reply, a series of precise clicks echoed from the engineering bay entrance. Rocky stood there, a tool-laden harness strapped across his carapace.“Friend Ryland.Friend Simon. I have communicated with my mate.”
Ryland carefully extracted himself from under the console, wincing as the movement made the plug shift inside him. Simon stood, offering a hand to pull him up. “And?” Simon asked, his voice carefully neutral, though his hand stayed on Ryland’s hip.
“She is preparing a habitat for your inefficient biology.On Erid.A sealed biome with adjusted atmospheric pressure and temperature gradients. It is… extensive.” Rocky’s clicking slowed, a sign of deep consideration.“She is eager to meet you. She has analyzed your physiological data and finds your reproductive compatibility ‘fascinatingly anomalous.’ Her words.”
A bloom of pure, undiluted hope opened in Ryland’s chest. A home.Not this dying ship, but a place built for them.With Rocky.With his family. He looked up at Simon and saw the same cautious wonder reflected in his alpha’s eyes, mingled with a deep-seated wariness of any offer, any gift.
“That’s… that’s amazing, Rocky.Really,” Ryland breathed.Rocky tilted his head. “You are no longer alone and masturbating.This is good. You have a mate who fills you with his genetic material.This increases social stability.”
Ryland’s face flushed a brilliant, scorching crimson. “Rocky!”
Simon chuckled, the sound low and rich. He pulled Ryland against his side, his hand slipping from Ryland’s hip to cup the front of his shorts, feeling the outline of the plug through the fabric.“He does. Constantly.” Simon’s gaze locked with Ryland’s, the warmth turning to a smoldering heat. “Speaking of which, I think it’s time for a refill.This one’s been in too long. Gonna get stale.”
Rocky clicked, a sound that translated as pragmatic acceptance. “I will continue the thruster calibration.Do not damage the primary control consoles. Their replacement would require a salvage mission to a derelict human listening post in the Theta Carinae system.”
“We’ll be careful,” Simon said, his voice already rough with intent.
As Rocky scuttled toward the far end of the bay, Simon turned Ryland, backing him against the warm metal housing of a secondary power regulator. The ship’ thrum vibrated through Ryland’s spine. Simon’s hands were swift, yanking Ryland’s shorts and underwear down his thighs in one practiced motion. The cool bay air hit his soaked skin, making him shiver.
“Hands on the console,” Simon ordered, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.
Ryland obeyed, spreading his palms flat on the dusty steel, arching his back. He heard the slick pop as Simon twisted and pulled the plug free. A gush of thick, white fluid followed, dribbling down his thighs, carrying with it the musky, unmistakable scent of Simon’s cum and his own slick. He felt impossibly empty, clenching around nothing, a needy whine building in his throat.
“Look at that,” Simon breathed, holding the glistening plug up for a second before dropping it to the floor with a clatter.“All that work, wasted. Gotta start over.” He unzipped his own work pants, freeing his cock.It was already fully hard, flushed and leaking at the tip. He spat into his palm, gave himself two rough strokes, and then the broad, hot head of him was nudging against Ryland’s dripping entrance.He didn’t ask. He just pushed.Ryland cried out, a sharp, sweet sound swallowed by the engine hum. Simon sheathed himself in one long, brutal stroke, bottoming out hard against Ryland’s cervix. The stretch was exquisite, a burning fullness that erased every thought that wasn’t alpha, mine, home.
“That’s it,” Simon growled, his hands clamping on Ryland’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.“Take it.Take every fucking inch. You need it, don’t you?Need me breeding this pretty cunt full.”
“Yes! Yes, Simon, please—” Ryland’s words dissolved into a moan as Simon began to fuck him in earnest.There was no gentleness, no leisurely pace. This was a reclamation, a reassertion of the bond. Each thrust drove the air from Ryland’s lungs, slammed his chest against the console, made his full tits swing and leak in rhythm. The metal squeaked in protest under his weight.Simon leaned over him, his body a hard, sweating blanket. His teeth found the bonding mark on Ryland’s neck, biting down just shy of breaking skin, and Ryland came with a shattered scream, his cunt convulsing in a series of tight, milking pulses around Simon’s cock. Simon swore, a filthy, beautiful litany, and his pace turned punishing, erratic.“Gonna fill you up,” he panted against Ryland’s ear. “Gonna pump you so full it’ll take days to leak out.My mark inside and out. Everyone will know. Even the damn rocks on Erid will know you’re mine.”
His hips stuttered, slammed deep, and held. Ryland felt the hot, liquid pulse as Simon’s orgasm ripped through him, flooding his womb in thick, rhythmic gushes. Simon groaned, a deep, animal sound of satisfaction, and bit Ryland’s shoulder as he came, his knot swelling rapidly, locking them together.
For a long while, they stayed like that, joined, panting, sweat and milk and cum slick between them.The ship groaned around them. From across the bay came the methodical, unfazed click-whir of Rocky’s work.
Slowly, Simon’s weight settled more fully over him, nuzzling his neck. “Okay?” he mumbled, his voice slurry with post-coital haze.
“Perfect,” Ryland whispered back, feeling the incredible, swollen weight of Simon’s seed already pooling inside him, his womb accepting it greedily. He was a vessel, perfectly used.
Later, after Simon’s knot had deflated and they’d cleaned up with industrial wipes, Ryland sat on a crate, a fresh plug securely in place, watching Simon help Rocky re-route a coolant line.A profound, quiet contentment settled over him. This was his life now.Not a mission.Not a sentence.A choice.
Rocky finished a connection and turned.“The habitat will be ready in approximately seven of your months. My mate suggests you begin selective gene-banking of Earth flora and fauna from the ship’s archives for introduction. She is… optimistic.”
Simon leaned against a pipe, smiling a real, unguarded smile that made him look younger.“An optimistic Eridian. Now I’ve seen everything.”
“She believes your union is statistically improbable and therefore significant,” Rocky stated. “She wishes to observe your reproductive behaviors firsthand.”
Ryland buried his face in his hands, laughing through his embarrassment. Simon’s laughter joined his, bouncing off the metal walls.
For the first time in a very, very long time, the Hail Mary didn’t feel like a tomb.It felt like a waiting room. And for the first time ever, Ryland wasn’t afraid of what came next. He had his alpha, his alien brother, and a home ahead. The vast, uncaring universe had, against all odds, given them a place.
Simon caught his eye across the bay, his smile softening into something tender and fierce.He nodded, just once, as if to say, See?I told you.
Ryland believed him.